Bucking Broncos

I had just made my weekly grocery purchases and was on my way to my car.  It was late afternoon and the sun was beating down and as I exited the store I noticed a boy sitting on the sidewalk, back against the front of the store.  He looked to be around 7 or 8, a spindly kid, covered in sweat and with a bowl cut of blond hair.

“Kind of hot to be sitting there, isn’t it?” I asked.

“My mom told me to wait right here and if I moved an inch she’d beat the F out of me.”

Wanda, one of the regular cashiers, was standing beside the doorway having a smoke break and when I glanced at her she just slightly nodded her head.

“You look pretty toasty.” I said to the kid.  “Maybe I can do something about that.”

I walked over to my car and opened the trunk.  There was a stack of newspapers that had accumulated and after loading the groceries in; I picked up a couple of sections of paper.  There was an old umbrella in there, too, so I grabbed it.  Last, I pulled one of the cans of soda I’d just bought out of my bag.
Loaded with all of that, I walked back over to the kid.

“Sit on these papers.” I told him.  “That’ll give you some insulation.  And, hold this umbrella up to block the sun.  I’ve got a soft drink for you but I’m afraid it’s diet.”

“That’s cool.” the kid said.  “Sugar is bad for my teeth, anyway.”

He had just gotten situated and was sipping the cold drink when the supermarket door was flung open.

“What the fuck have I told you about talking to strangers?” a woman yelled.

I looked up just as she came into the sunlight.  She was rail thin with pale, bloodless looking skin.  She had on a tube top that bared her skinny stomach and a pair of cut off jeans that bared her skinny legs.  She had dyed blond hair that needed to be washed and raccoon circles of makeup around her eyes.  She came up to us, grabbed the umbrella and flung it across the sidewalk.

“He looked hot sitting here so I tried to help.” I said to her.

“Nobody asked you for anything, you fucking faggot.” she said.  “Keep your fucking nose out of my business or you may lose it.”

She grabbed the kid by the hair on the top of his head and lifted him to his feet, then dragged him into the store with her.  He couldn’t turn to look back but with one hand down at his side he waved goodbye.

I was literally standing with my mouth hanging open and Wanda said, “He’s a good little kid.
Unfortunately, I’ve seen her do worse.  Some people ought to be sterilized at birth so they can’t breed.”

With that, she flicked her cigarette into the gutter and went back to work.

That was my introduction to Timmy and his lovely mother.
 
On the way home I had to drive past the sheriff’s office anyway so I decided to stop by.

He was sitting at a paper covered desk when I walked in and when he glanced up and saw it was me, he said, “Just can’t keep you away, can I?”

“No, and I doubt you’d want to.” I replied.  “But for once I didn’t come here to visit your dick.  I had a really upsetting experience a few minutes ago.  I was coming out of the supermarket and there was this little blond kid………..”

That was all I managed to say before the sheriff said, “You’re not here to rake me over the coals, too, are you?  I thought I could go at least one day without having to hear about Tina Ferguson.”

“You know what I was going to tell you.” I said.

“In one form or another.  That skinny bitch has been a boil on my ass ever since Timmy was born.  I’ve tried having the kid taken away from her but she always gets away with it.  Her own parents have tried to get custody twice and the cunt showed up in court looking like a librarian and lied through her teeth.  Even though I’ve locked her up twice for drugs and prostitution, she’s gotten out both times and gone and dragged the kid away from her parent’s house. “

“Isn’t there anything that can be done?” I asked.

“I’ve tried.  The courts don’t like to separate a mother and child unless they’re absolutely forced to.  She can put on a good show when she needs to and the kid is the one who suffers.  I’ve spoken to his teachers; they say the kid’s IQ is probably off the charts, one teacher told me he’s the smartest kid she’s ever taught.”

“Can’t the school do something?”

“Andy, please, if you knew how much this eats at me you wouldn’t be questioning me.  I pray every day that that skinny cunt will OD and do us all a favor.”

“I’m sorry.” I said.  “I can imagine how frustrated you must be.  Maybe I can stop by tonight and make up for upsetting you.”
 
The sheriff made a mock pouty face and said, “I’m really upset.  It may take a lot of work to make me feel better.”

“I guarantee when I leave that you’ll have a smile on your face.”

He sat grinning as I left
.
As I drove home I kept thinking about Timmy Ferguson and his situation.

When I got there, my brother Steve was in the kitchen having a glass of iced tea.  His shirt was soaked all of the way through so that it clung to his muscular body.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble walking around like that.” I said.

“I can handle trouble.” he replied.

I started putting the groceries away and then I asked, “Do you know anything about a woman named Tina Ferguson?”

Steve snorted into his tea and let out a laugh before he said, “You mean the hose bag of my senior class?  I don’t think there’s a guy in the county who doesn’t have the same last name as us who hasn’t stuck his dick in that.”

“The sheriff said he’s arrested her for drugs and hooking.” I said.

“Those are probably just the start of her resume.” he said.  “Why do you want to know about that skank?”

“I saw her beating on her kid today.  It made me want to break her neck.”

“The whole town knows how she treats Timmy.” Steve said.  “You’d have to stand in line.”

“Doesn’t the father try to do anything about it?”

“I doubt even she could tell you who the father is.  How such a good kid crawled out of that diseased cunt is beyond me.  I heard lately that she‘s been running around with that piece of shit, Sonny, who used to be the leader of the ‘Satan‘s‘motorcyclists.  They‘re perfectly matched.”

I could feel my rage building but I didn’t know what to do about it.

I cooked dinner and did some paperwork.  It was soon time to serve the food and the family showed up hungry and eager.  After everyone was served I sat down and said to Steve, “There’s something I forgot to tell you.”

I slid a piece of paper across the table to him and said, “Be at this address this evening at 6:30.  There’s a house you need to look at.”

“What kind of house?” he asked.

“I don’t really know.  I told Martha at the real estate office to let me know if anything that might be a good bargain came on the market.  You need to go look it over and tell me what you think and if it’s worth buying as another rental.”

“You want me to decide?” Steve asked.

“It’s going to be your responsibility.  Who else is going to know if it’s worth it?”

“Do I have to go?” my brother Tony asked.

“No.” I said.

“Yes.” Steve said.  “It’s time he did something besides floating around here like a dizzy blond.”

Tony got a perplexed look, and then he raised his hands palm down over the table.  He closed his eyes and rotated his head on his neck and when he was done, he opened his eyes and said, “I don’t feel the least bit dizzy.”

“We rest our case.” my Uncle Cody said.

Daddy just stared at us.

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Later that evening Daddy, Cody and I were all sitting around the kitchen table discussing business when Steve and Tony returned.

“How was it?” I asked.

“I want to review my notes and do some estimates before we talk.” Steve replied.  “If we can get it for the right price it might be worth it.”

“And did Tony learn anything?” I said.

Tony grinned broadly as Steve answered.

“I learned never to take him along on business.” Steve said.  “They have a new real estate agent.  He looks to be about Tony’s age.  We hadn’t even been with him for ten minutes and Tony had already gotten a date with him.”
 
“It’s not a date.  He just invited me over to his place tonight to have a drink.” Tony said.

“That’s not a date?” daddy said.

“He’s just a nice man.” Tony replied, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary.  “Don’t wait up, anyway.”

“I thought I’d go out tonight, too.” I said.

Steve got a sort of guilty look and said, “I made some plans, too.”

“You have a date?” I asked teasingly.

“Mind your own business, I’m just going out.”

“So you mean that Cody and I will have the house to ourselves tonight with no fighting children to baby-sit?” daddy said.

“Appears so.” Steve said.  “Does that mean you two are going to get all ’wild and crazy’ like you’re 18 again?”

“I was thinking of lying on the bed nude while watching the wrestling channel and eating Cheese Doodles and Dr. Pepper.” Daddy replied.

“That sounds like my kind of crazy.” Cody remarked.

“You guys are a regular pair of jet-setters.” Steve said.

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The sheriff’s big cock head swelled even bigger in my mouth and I could feel his piss hole gaping open, preparing to cum.  I’d been sucking his cock for at least the last hour, edging him over and over with frequent breaks to tongue his ass hole and suck on his heavy balls.  He just had that kind of cock; you never got tired of sucking it.

I wrapped one hand around the thick shaft.  I could feel his blood coursing through the prominent veins as I sucked harder on the head while bobbing my mouth on it and licking his piss slot.

His legs stiffened, his outstretched arms stiffened and he almost levitated off of the bed as his sweet cum blasted into my mouth.  I sucked on his dick like I was sucking soda out of a straw, forcing more big gouts of cum from his balls.  I must have swallowed five or six big gulps before he stopped cumming.

I nursed on the big cock as it softened, getting every drop out of his slit before I let it pop out of my mouth and lay against his hip.

“What if I could find a really good foster home for Timmy Ferguson?” I asked.  “Would you help me get him away?”

“You sure know how to kill a mood.” the sheriff replied.

“I can’t help it; he just keeps preying on my mind.”

“Nothing is going to be easy with that kid.” the sheriff said.  “Even if you could get him away, it would be tough to place him in a decent home.  The kid has history.”

“What kind of history?”

“Oh, knocking one bully’s teeth out with a rock.  Then, when some other kids were bullying him, he lured them down an alley where he’d hidden a bat and beat the hell out of the fat little motherfucker who was the ringleader.”

“That’s my kind of kid.” I said.

“I figured with your history with your brothers you’d feel a connection.” the sheriff said.

“Hey, we’re all living happily ever after.  I just had to do a little reprogramming.  And speaking of reprogramming,” I said as I grasped his fat cock and licked the few drops of cum remaining out of his piss hole, “How long before this big boy is reprogrammed?  I’m planning on a nice long ass fucking before I let you go to sleep.”

“You’re a tough audience to please.” the sheriff replied.  “But if you keep licking on that thing he’ll be back from the dead in no time.”

I could already feel the cock in my hand starting to swell.

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My next meeting with Timmy Ferguson happened the following Wednesday.  I had come into town to represent two of my clients at the bank and then I sat on the bench out front to make notes about the meeting.  I was conscious of someone sitting down but I didn’t look up for a few minutes.  When I did, Timmy was seated at the other end of the bench, watching me.

“Why, hello again.” I said.  “What are you up to?”

“I saw you from our window.” he replied.  “I live right over there.”
 
He pointed at an apartment over one of the stores.

“Does your mother know you’re over here?” I asked.  “And shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Don’t talk to me like you’re talking to some TV kid.” he replied.

“I’m sorry.” I said.  “I’m not used to talking to kids.  I didn’t mean to be patronizing.”

Timmy took a spiral notebook out of a pocket with a stub of pencil.

“That’s a good word.” he said.  “Spell it.”

“If you mean patronizing, it’s…” and spelled it as he wrote.

“I’m going to be a writer someday.” he said.  As he wrote, I noticed that he had several livid bruises on his skinny arms.

He looked at me side eyed and asked, “What, you don’t think I can do it?”

“I think you can do anything you try, probably.” I said.  “I was just thinking about something else.”

He stowed his notebook away and then sat for a few minutes not looking at me.

“We’re alike.” he said.

I didn’t know how to respond so I just kept quiet.

“I can tell about people, especially people like me.” he said.  “You do bad things sometimes but you’re not a bad guy.  And, you have secrets.”

“Everybody has secrets.” I said, trying to steer the conversation away from me.  “Is it a secret how you got those bruises all over your arms?”

Timmy didn’t respond and seemed oblivious to the question.  After a couple of minutes he said while staring straight ahead, “Sometimes men make kids do bad stuff for them.”

“Are you telling me Sonny put those bruises on you?” I asked.  “Because if he did, you need to tell someone so that he can be made to stop.”

“You can make him stop.” Timmy said, looking around at me.  “My mom said that Sonny hates you because you beat up his friends and burned down their house.”

Again, I didn’t know how to respond.

“Sonny said that if I told, I’d be put in a prison for kids and everyone would know what happened and I’d never be allowed to see my grandma and grandpa again.”

“I seriously doubt that any of that would occur.” I said.

“I can’t take a chance.” Timmy said.  “My grandma and grandpa are the only ones who care about me.”

“I care, Timmy.” I said.  “I’ll take care of Sonny.  But, you and I never had this conversation, understand?”

“I understand.” Timmy said.

“And if he tries to hurt you again, you have to tell me right away, okay?”

“You’re the only one.” Timmy replied.
 
All of the drive home, my rage increased until it was white hot.  Two things that absolutely push me over the edge are abuse of children and abuse of animals.  I already hated Ronny and Tina Ferguson but now I was in a whole new place regarding them.

I pulled into the drive and got out of my car.  I was afraid that if I went inside I might run into an innocent bystander who’d bear the brunt of my mood, so instead I wandered into the barn.  The smell of animals always calms me.

I was standing, gazing into space and thinking about what Timmy had told me when my eyes focused on an axe handle innocently leaning in the corner.  Just that fast, I had a plan and I felt 100% better.

The rest of the day sped by so quickly that I hardly noticed, I was so preoccupied.  I followed all of my usual routines, one eye always on the clock.

After supper had been eaten and all of the cleanup done, it was almost full dark.

“I think I’ll go for a drive.” I told daddy.  “There’s something I need to take care of.”  He hardly seemed to hear me.

I went into my room and changed into a pair of black slacks and a black turtleneck.  In my pocket I stuffed the black full face ski mask that I’d worn in previous winters but now had no use for, living in daddy’s state.  Then I went to the barn and retrieved the axe handle.

I drove to a point about half a mile from the trailer where Sonny was now living.  I parked down a dirt road and the followed the main road to where he lived.  After slipping on the ski mask, I crept up and knocked on his door, then stepped to one side out of sight.

I heard the door open and Ronny say, “What the fuck?”

When he stuck his head out to look around, I was ready.  I swung the axe handle like a baseball bat and caught him right across the face.  I could hear the bones in his nose crunch.  He fell over, flat on his back, unconscious.

I stepped over him and went inside where I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him away from the door.  Then I stopped and looked around.  I’ve seen hog pens that were cleaner and smelled better than that trailer.  Half empty beer bottles and paper plates with rotting food on them covered the counter and the floor looked to be almost as clean.  I quickly stepped over and peered around the partition of the bedroom where the smell of unwashed body made my eyes run.  Sonny would never get the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.

At the other end of the trailer was an open door that led into the bathroom.  I grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him toward it.

He was coming around by the time I had him inside and sitting up, so I slapped him across the face with the back of my hand.

“Motherfucker.” was the only remark he made.

I grabbed the roll of toilet paper sitting on the floor by the commode and dropped it into the bowl, then stepped in and pressed it into the drain with my boot.  Then I grabbed Ronny by the hair again and as he started to struggle I pushed his face into the filthy, stained toilet.  With my other hand, I pressed on the flush lever.

He had good water pressure for a trailer, in no time at all the bowl filled around his head while I was holding it underwater.  I used my boot against the back of his head so that he couldn’t rise out of the water and the porcelain rim pressed into his neck.

He thrashed around a good deal at first.  Then, he slowly started to stop fighting.

Just before he was totally limp, I grabbed his hair again and threw his head backwards so that it bumped on the floor.

I dragged him back into the main room and slapped him a few more times until I was sure he was still alive, and then I rolled him onto his stomach and watched him puke up toilet water.  When he stopped retching, I grabbed his hair again and bent his head back so that he was looking at my masked face.

“If you ever so much as lay a finger on Timmy again, I’m coming back.” I told him.  “Only next time I’m bringing my shotgun and I’m going to ram it up your ass hole before I pull the trigger.”

He was struggling to get up onto his hands and knees, so I allowed that.  When he made it, I slammed the axe handle down on his back so that it made contact with the length of his spine.  He fell back onto his face.

When I got back home that night, daddy didn’t even look up from his game of solitaire.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Just doing some last minute chores.” I answered.

I went into my room and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day I had to go into town again so I decided to stop by and see my favorite sheriff.  I parked and had no sooner entered the office than Timmy bustled in behind me.  He must have been on the lookout for my car from his window.

“Man, have you guys seen Sonny today?” he asked gleefully.

“Can’t say I’ve had that pleasure.” the sheriff replied.

“He looks like somebody used his face for first base.” Timmy said.  “His nose looks like an eggplant.”

“Was he in a wreck?” I asked.

“No, he said 3 guys grabbed him from behind and took turns beating him up.” Timmy replied.  “I don’t believe him, though.”

“Maybe he got drunk and fell down.” I said.

“Yeah, from on top of a building and landed on his face.” Timmy said, unable to keep from laughing.  He whirled around and rushed back outside.

“Just goes to show.” the sheriff said.  “If you’re patient, good news comes to you.”

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My business had really started taking off; I was busy every day doing financial chores for my clients well into the night.

So, it really hadn’t sunk in that I’d been seeing a lot less of Steve lately.  I didn’t even think about it until he crawled into my bed several nights later.

“Have you missed me?” he asked and it finally registered.
 
“I thought you needed a break is all.” I said.  In retrospect, it had been something of a relief.  I was afraid that Steve was becoming emotionally attached to me, something that people like me can’t allow.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his already stiff cock.

“I can tell somebody missed me.” I said.
 
I moved down on the bed so that my head was level with his crotch.  Like the rest of Steve’s body, his cock was perfectly proportioned and exactly the right size.  Even after all of these months he was able to make my balls empty just from fucking my ass.

I knew I’d get fucked later tonight but right now I wanted to taste his cum.  As my hot mouth closed over his cock head, he let out a sigh and relaxed.  I loved the taste of his cock, of his balls and his ass hole.  It seemed like I could never get my fill of them and that worried me, too.  Attachments are dangerous.

I went to work, servicing the stiff meat with my lips and tongue, using all of the little tricks I’d learned that he liked.  I was eager to feel his hot juice sliding down my throat.
 
He writhed as my head bobbed up and down his shaft, my tongue darting out to lick his balls on the down stroke.  My finger found his puckered ass hole and I stroked it in time to my sucking.  I could feel it tighten and relax as the waves of pleasure rode up and down his dick.

He knew I wanted his juice and he didn’t hold back.  The fat head swelled in my mouth and soon a flood of slick liquid jetted into my throat.  I savored his musky flavor, sweet and salty at the same time as I swished it over my tongue.  It was my favorite midnight snack.

As his cock softened in my mouth Steve said, “You really wanted that.”

I moved up on the bed so that we were side by side.

“I’m always hungry for a taste of my big brother.” I said.

I couldn’t see his face in the dark but I could feel his body tense and after a minute he said, “I need to ask you about something.”

“Something pleasant, I hope.”

He didn’t respond at first and then he asked, “What would happen if I wanted to see somebody else?”

“What do you mean, ‘what would happen’?

“Would you get pissed off?” he asked.

“No, why would I? And why would you care?”

“People tend to get hurt when you get pissed off.” Steve said.

“You should see what happens when I get downright angry.” I said with a laugh.  “But no, I wouldn’t get pissed off and nobody would get hurt.  Want to tell me about who you have in mind?”

“I’m not ready for that, yet, and it might go nowhere.” he said.

I reached down again and grasped his thick cock, which I was glad to feel beginning to swell in my hand.

“Well, while you’re deciding your future course, how would you feel about pounding your little brother’s ass until he begs you to stop?”

“I can do that.” he said in a pleased voice.  “I doubt you’ll beg me to stop, though.”

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My next run-in with Timmy Ferguson occurred at the end of that week.  I had driven into town to pick up a few things and as I drove down the street I spotted him sitting on the same bench we’d previously shared.  He looked even thinner than before and he had dark circles under his eyes.

I parked my car and then walked over to the bench where I sat at the other end and waited for him to speak.

Finally he said, “He’s doing it again.”

“Sonny?” I asked.  “He’s bothering you again?”

Timmy didn’t respond.

“You really need to do something, tell someone.” I said.  “Have you told your mom?”

“She doesn’t care, she told me I have to be ‘nice’ to him and do what he says.  She said they’re going to get married.”

“She knows what he does?”

“She said it’s just something men do and it’s no big deal, that I have to stop acting like a baby.”

The red mist that precedes my truest rage had started to descend over my vision.

“He said he’s going to bring some of his friends over and we’re going to have a party.  I’m really scared, Andy.  They’re going to hurt me.”

The voice that came from my throat was much calmer than I was feeling.

“How can we solve this, Timmy?” I asked.

“Sonny needs to die.  If my mom marries him and then she overdoses, I could be forced to stay with him.  You know what would probably happen to me.  My mom went back to hooking because he wanted her to and he gives her drugs.  Every time he comes over, she sticks a needle in her arm and passes out.  That’s when it happens.”

“Does Sonny use a needle, too?” I asked.

“After he gets done with me.  They’re both upstairs passed out now.  She’s going to overdose and die; anyway, I wish she’d hurry up and do it.  People who have little kids are supposed to protect them.”

“That’s a harsh thing to say.” I said.

“It’s the truth.  I can tell you.  If they both died, I could go and live with my grandpa and grandma.  They want me to, they tell me so.  It’s the only way I can get away but I’m little.”

I looked at him for the first time and he was staring back at me.  I saw the same emptiness and depth behind his eyes that I saw every time I looked into the mirror.

“They’ll be dead forever.” I said.

“That’s how they should be.” Timmy replied.

I sat musing for a few minutes, mulling over a plan that had already half formed in my head.  The only thing that had worried me was how it would affect Timmy.

“Can you stay out of Sonny’s way and safe for a few days?” I asked.

“I’ll get away when he comes over.  I know places I can hide all night if I need to.  They’ll never find me.”

“You can’t turn the clock back on this once it’s done, Timmy.” I said.

“I know that.  I told you, we’re alike.  You’re the only person who can really help me.”

“Alright.  We never had this conversation and unless it’s a really, really serious emergency, we shouldn’t be seen talking in the next few days.”

“I know all of that.  Thank you, Andy.” Timmy said and then he slid off of the bench and walked toward home.  He didn’t look back.

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I hadn’t seen my friend Ronnie, the leader of the Nomads, for almost a month.  When I pulled up outside of their clubhouse Bennie, my other fuck buddy, was in his usual place near the door.  He looked pleased to see me.

“I was just thinking about you earlier today.” he said when I walked up.

“Good thoughts, I hope.”

“I’m thinking them again, judge for yourself.” he replied.  He spread his legs so that I could see his massive dick lengthening and fattening inside his jeans leg.

“You’re going to make me forget why I’m here if you keep swinging that thing around.” I said.  “Is Ronnie in?”

“He’s inside, you know the way.” he said.

I went over to the doorway and before I opened the door I turned back to him.

“I wonder if you can be free tonight.” I asked.

“I can be free all night if you want me to.” he said.

“Pick me up at nine; I’ll pay for the room.” I replied as I went inside.

Ronnie was in his usual spot on the sofa, reclining in a patterned robe.  He smiled when he saw it was me.

“You might not smile when you hear why I’ve come.” I said.  “I need a favor.”

“Ask away.”

“I need some fentanyl.”  I said.

He looked shocked and then angry.

“When did you start using?” he asked.

“I didn’t.  I need your help.  I need some really pure stuff, enough to serve two.  I’m planning a goodbye party for a couple of pieces of shit that I know.”

“You little fucker, are you sure that you don’t want to come to work for me?”

“A year ago I might have said I would but I’ve got too many responsibilities now.  But, I’ll keep the offer in mind.”

Ronnie swung his legs off of the sofa and stood up.  I got a flash of his big cock in the robe opening as he did so.

“Sit tight, I’ll take care of your order myself.” he said.

He went to the other side of the room and opened a door and disappeared inside.  The brief look I’d gotten at his big meat had made me hungry and I was lost in a fantasy when he returned.

He was wearing rubber gloves which he shucked off and took a clear baggie from his robe pocket.  When he handed it to me I saw that inside there were 3 small packets of a white powder and 3 disposable syringes.

“Is this enough?” I asked.

Ronnie laughed and then he said, “What you have in your hand could kill half of the county.  Pure, undiluted Chinese fentanyl.  Don’t open the baggie.  If you even get it on your fingertip you’ll wind up in the EU.  I threw in a couple of spikes to make it more enticing.”

“What do I owe you?” I asked.

“It’s free.” he replied as he sat back down across from me.  “I like that you came to me and let me know your plan.  I shouldn’t be helping you reduce my market but sometimes the herd needs thinned and I trust your judgment.”

The way he was sitting with his legs spread, I could see up his robe.  His fat uncut cock was just a half inch or so exposed.

He saw me looking and asked, “Is there anything else you need?”

I stood up and took a few steps forward, moving the coffee table from between us, and then sank to my knees in front of him.  I ran my hands up his inner thighs under his robe, then loosened the tie and spread his robe open.

His beautiful cock was in the first stages of hardness, lying fat and thick on top of his meaty balls.  When I closed my hand around the magnificent meat I could feel it growing.

“What I need most is the thing I’m always going to need from you.” I said.

I skinned back his heavy foreskin to expose the smooth head inside.  When my tongue licked his piss hole, a tremor went through his whole body.  I lapped at the leaking slit like a kitten at a bowl of milk and his cock responded by growing to full hardness and stiffness.  His cock ran a close second to my daddy’s in the monster meat division.

I licked down the long shaft until I reached his huge balls, then I sucked them one at a time into my hot mouth.  His loose sack stretched as I held each one in my mouth with my lips relaxed and drew it out from his body.  When it popped out of my mouth, he jumped with the sensation.  After a bit more licking on his balls, I placed his knees over my shoulders and then lifted and spread his legs.

His tight pink ass hole peered up at me from the deep crease in his ass.  I began to lap at it as I had his cock slit and he responded by spreading his legs wider and tilting his pelvis up toward my mouth.  The feeling of his smooth hole against my tongue was heavenly and I could tell he thought so too.

When I pressed my tongue against the opening, it slowly opened until I had half of my tongue buried inside his ass.  He legs were shaking with tremors.  I stiffened my tongue and fucked it in and out of the clutching hole as he sighed and moaned.  I lost track of how long I kept my face buried between his buns.

I could hear him making a low crooning noise and I reached up and closed my hand around his giant prick.  It was hot and wet with precum flowing down it, just begging to be sucked.

I lowered his legs and went to work on his magnificent cock.  His tasty precum flooded my mouth, a harbinger of delights to come.  I licked and sucked the stiff tool like it was the last cock on earth.

With arms and legs splayed, all of his feeling was concentrated in his cock.  My mouth slid up and down on it, my tongue swirling over the hard surface.  I was holding each of his balls in each of my hands so I could feel when they started to rise.

It didn’t take much longer until I felt the hard balls trying to pull up into his abdomen.  Instead of allowing them, I stretched them further while speeding up my lips on his thick shaft.

He was making low noises like an animal when it finally became too much.  The first hot wad of cum that shot out of his piss hole almost filled my mouth.  There was plenty more to follow.

I kept hold of his nuts and sucked hard on his cock head.  The cum shot out of his slit twice as fast and hard and he moaned with each spurt.

When his balls had emptied, I released him from my hands and mouth and perched back on my knees.  Even though his cock was softening, it wasn’t shrinking much in size.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me and said, “Goddamn, did anyone ever tell you that you’re an expert cocksucker?”

“Flattery will get you anywhere.” I said.  “We should make this a regularly scheduled program.”

“My door, and robe, are always open to you.” he replied.

“You may live to regret that offer.” I said.  “You’ll probably wind up running and hiding from me.”

“We’ll just see who runs down first.”

I pocketed the package he’d made up for me, kissed his leaking piss slit goodbye and let myself out.  Bennie was standing outside and I looked him up and down while he grinned.

“Maybe you should pick me up at 8 o’clock.” I said.  “I’m already impatient.”

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Late the next afternoon I dressed in my black outfit and parked in town where I could see Timmy’s door.  Just as it was getting dark, Tina Ferguson came out and got into her car.  I followed her to a burger place and when she got back into her car, I followed her out to Sonny’s trailer.  I parked about a half mile down the road and went the rest of the way on foot.  There was a stand of trees not far from the trailer and when I climbed up into one of them; I had a perfect view into the window of the place.  The lights were on and I watched the two of them eating their take out.  I wondered what Timmy had had for supper.

When the food was eaten and they’d each drained a beer, Sonny got up and disappeared briefly.  When he returned he had a small wash kit type bag and I watched the two of them as they prepared shots of heroin.

 When the syringes were filled, he tied off Tina’s arm and injected her, then quickly did the same for himself.  A few seconds later, they were both face down on the table top.

I climbed down from the tree, walked back to my car and went home.

I slept well that night and the next morning I couldn’t wait for the day to pass.  In our basement I found an old box of things that my mom had left behind when she moved out.  I found a purse, as I guessed I would and some other things, a handkerchief and a change purse and even an old tube of lipstick.  I packed them all into the purse and took it upstairs.  In my room, I put a couple of dollars into the change purse and then put the baggie with the drugs under the other things.

I worked once again until late afternoon and then laid out a cold supper for the family.  I got into my car and drove back into town and parked in the same spot.

Just as she had the night before, Tina came out and got into her car and I followed her once again to the burger joint.  She parked and while she was inside I went to the space between the driver’s door and the next car.  I placed the purse on the ground so that it stuck out from under the other car as if it had fallen out when the door was opened.  Then, I hurried back to my car.

From where I was parked I could see Tina come across the lot and approach her car.  Just as she got to the space between the two autos, she stopped.  I saw her look quickly around, then open her car door.  The last thing she did was lean down, scoop up the purse and stuff it under her seat.  She peeled out of the lot quickly.

I followed her out to Sonny’s trailer again, parked up the road and sprinted after her.  By the time I was perched in the tree, she was inside.  She dropped her food on the table and held the purse up like a prize.
Sonny took it from her and opened it.  I saw him take out the change purse and pocket the few dollars, and then he dumped everything on the table.  Even from where I perched I could see the shine of the plastic baggie.

He picked it up and looked at it and then showed it to Tina.  She jumped up and did a little dance.

Sonny, meanwhile, got up and went into another part of the trailer.  When he returned he laid out a bent spoon, cotton and a lighter.  At that point, I jumped to the ground, sprinted to my car and went home.

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The next morning after the guys went out to work; I got into my car again and made the short drive into town.  I parked near the sheriff’s office and waited.  It took over an hour but I then saw Timmy walking toward the office on the sidewalk.  I got out of my car as though I’d just arrived and reached the office door just before Timmy.

“Hi, guy.” I said.  “What are you up to?”

“I need to talk to the sheriff.” he replied.

“I was just on my way to see him myself.  Come on.”

I opened the door and he entered before me.

“You can probably guess why I’m here.” I said to the sheriff.  “This young man can take care of his business first.”

The sheriff gave me a wry grin and said, “How can I help?”

“My mom didn’t come home last night.” Timmy said.

“Does she stay out all night some time?” the sheriff said.

“She always comes home early in the morning because she stays up all night.  She says that’s the only time she can sleep, while I’m at school.”

The sheriff glanced at me, clearly thinking the same thing I was about such a young child being left alone every night.

“Did she say where she was going?” he asked.

“She always goes to Sonny’s and then they go out.” Timmy said.

“Well, maybe she just fell asleep out there.  I’ll run out and check.  You come with me.”

The sheriff led Timmy a few doors down to the town diner.  When we were all inside he said to the waitress, “Marge, I think this young man needs breakfast.  Can I leave him with you for a short time while I check up on something?”

“Well, sure,” she replied.  “Timmy is one of my favorite people.”

“Give him as much as he can eat, I‘ll pay.” I told her, and then remembered something else.  “I’ll be right back.” I said.

I walked to my car and opened the trunk.  The day before, also stored in the basement, I’d found a box of Hardy Boys mysteries that had to have belonged to my brothers.  I scooped up the box and carried it into the diner.

“I was going to drop these off at the library but I bet you’d enjoy them.” I told Timmy.

He couldn’t wait to look at them when he saw they were books.

The sheriff and I went outside and he said, “Why don’t you follow along behind me.  If Sonny is all drugged up and belligerent, I may have to shoot him and I want a friendly witness.”

We each got into our autos and I trailed him to the mobile home.  The lights were still on inside but no one seemed to be around.  I got out and stood against my car while he went to the door and knocked.  No one answered so he went to the window and peered in.  He swiveled on his heel and went to his cruiser, opened the door and picked up his radio.

“I need an ambulance.” he told the dispatcher.  “And send the coroner, too.”

He gave the address and then walked over to me and I asked, “Is Sonny in there?”

“They both are.” he replied.  “There’s no way they’re still alive.”

I waited with him for the short time it took for the county services to appear.  He led them inside and I could see them moving about through the window.  He came back out a few minutes later and said to me, “OD’d, both of them.  The needles are still stuck in their arms.”

“I guess it was quick, then.” I said.

He stared off into space for a moment and then he said, “I have to tell Timmy.”

“I’ll go with you, maybe it will help.” I said.

A short time later we arrived back at the diner.  We went inside where Timmy was surrounded by dirty dishes and deeply engrossed in the “Mystery of the Spiral Staircase”.

I slid into the booth across from his and the sheriff took a seat beside me.

When Timmy looked up from his book, the sheriff said, “Timmy, I have something pretty bad to tell you.”

Timmy didn’t say anything.

“You’re mom won’t be coming home.” the sheriff said.

“Is she dead?” Timmy asked.

“I’m afraid so, son.” the sheriff replied.

“Was it drugs?” Timmy asked.

“Yes, it was.” he said.

Timmy looked at me with that same flat stare, then rooted around in his pocket and pulled out his little notebook and pencil.  He wrote down some numbers, tore out the page and handed it to the sheriff.

“Will you call my grandma and grandpa and tell them to come and get me?” he asked.

“I certainly will.” the sheriff said and slid out of the booth.  When his back was turned, Timmy looked at me and gave me a tiny smile, then went back to looking solemn.

It didn’t take his grandparents long to arrive.  I noticed that neither of them was tearful, either, but they gathered Timmy up in their arms and held him between their bodies as if they were protecting him.

Actually, no one seemed very mournful.

They led him to their car and the sheriff and I stood on the sidewalk and watched them go.  Timmy turned around in the back seat and gave us a wave.

“That is one hard assed little motherfucker.” the sheriff said.  “He’s either going to grow up to be President of the United States or else a serial killer.”

“At least now he’ll have even chances.” I said.

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Tina’s funeral was held a few days later and I thought I should go.

Timmy arrived with his grandparents who each held one of his hands throughout the service.  He already looked better and healthier.

After everything was done, I was walking back to my car when I saw him say something to his grandmother.  She looked at me and then the three of them came over.

“Timmy wanted to ask you something.” she said.

“If I give you my address, will you write me a letter sometime?” he asked.

“Even better than that, I’ll give you my email address and if your grandparents have a computer we can keep in touch.  Do you have your notebook?” I asked.

“It’s in the car, I’ll get it.” he said.

As he bustled off I looked at his grandpa watch him go.  His whole face was lit up.

“That’s a tough little kid.” I said.

“No one will ever get the best of him.” his grandpa said.  “That little guy is going to rule the world.”

Timmy came back and I jotted down my address.  When I handed it back to him I asked, “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m okay, you should know that.” he replied.